The Consort - Ashen Horde

Prepare your things Dissolve your mind 'Cause I'm your consort beautiful queen of 17 A blood red moon has spared our bed But not your rivals beautiful queen Prepare to reign No more to hide, with I your faithful consort by your side Let streamers fly And cannons roar On your arrival beautiful queen Tomorrow night Prepare to walk On anyone her highness ever wants Entrust in me You're not alone Together we'll wreak havoc on the throne Entrust in me You're not alone Even though my throne's slightly smaller than yours, beautiful queen Together we'll wreak havoc you and me Together we'll wreak havoc you and me Together we'll wreak havoc you Prepare your things Dissolve your mind 'Cause I'm your consort beautiful queen of 17

Ride on! Raise your sword and fight strong! All shall face the mighty metal horde Thunder! We go in and plunder! Bow before the heavy hammer lord Whiplash! Hackslash! All is burned to ash Vengeance rides on wrathful wings Agony and death we bring Battlebound we raise our swords For the horde! Thirst for blood cannot be quenched Crimson rain, our steal is drenched Victory, we raise our swords For the horde! Steadfast! Necromantic spellcast! Fallen warriors rise up from the grave Undead! Rivers running bloodred! Sea of crimson, feast of flesh they crave Whiplash! Hackslash! All is burned to ash Vengeance rides on wrathful wings Agony and death we bring Battlebound we raise our swords For the horde! Thirst for blood cannot be quenched Crimson rain, our steal is drenched Victory, we raise our swords For the horde! Whip! Crack! Bones will burn! Black! Scorching heat! Dust! Feral bloodlust! God's dethroned Now flesh and bone Now spill their blood Drink of the flood Unholy spell Unleashed from hell Raise up your sword For the horde Vengeance rides on wrathful wings Agony and death we bring Battlebound we raise our swords For the horde! Thirst for blood cannot be quenched Crimson rain, our steal is drenched Victory, we raise our swords For the horde! For the horde!

As the pit is opened up, The smoke will fill the sky. As the air is filled with darkness, They shall begin to fly. These demon locusts, Will obey their king. Commanded not to kill their victims, Only to sting. Shaped like horses, Prepared for battle, With the power of a scorpion. Released to torture, God's opposition, All the rejecters, All the blasphemers. Death shall flee. There is no way out. 2x Hear their victims' screams as they fill the sky. Cursed to feel the torture, They long to die. 2x These demon locusts, Will obey their king. Commanded not to kill their victims, Only to sting. Death shall flee.